"Sky Splitting Slash!"
Ye Qinghan fiercely slashed down towards the sky. The long saber aura at the front of the Blue Dragon Dagger instantly left the blade and expanded against the wind, turning into a semi-circular saber aura that collided with the crocodile monster in front of him.
"Bang!"
A crocodile monster in front of him was directly hit by the oncoming saber aura. The powerful impact of the energy caused it to directly roll in the air, flying backward for more than ten meters, and finally fell into the yellow sand and rolled again.
"Uh …"
Ye Qinghan nodded in satisfaction. However, from the corner of his eyes, he saw that the remaining crocodile monster had suddenly pounced from behind, and its sharp claws were about to directly scratch the back of his head.
"Buzz …"
Ye Qinghan frowned and did not dodge. Instead, his body emitted a burst of brown light. A light shield like a bubble suddenly formed and completely enveloped his body.
This light shield was about one meter in diameter, brown in color, and there was a faint purple airflow surrounding it.
"Puchi!"
The crocodile monster behind him directly clawed at the brown light shield with its two sharp claws. Unexpectedly, this light shield was like a slippery ball, and actually slowly slid the two sharp claws to the side.
"Bang!"
The crocodile monster's powerful claws slashed on the yellow sand, scratching two deep grooves on the ground.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
The crocodile monster turned its body again and continued to attack the light shield. However, this light shield was very strange, it could actually distort attacks. Every time the crocodile monster attacked, it would be diverted by this light shield. It would either attack the air or the ground. Every time it seemed that it was about to attack Ye Qinghan inside the light shield, it would slowly slide away.
"Ao!"
The crocodile monster was like a machine, never tiring and constantly attacking. And Ye Qinghan stood inside the light shield, his eyes slightly narrowed, motionless, as if he was admiring the monster's attack.
Of course, Ye Qinghan was not admiring, nor was he resting. He was controlling the aura field, distorting the monster's attack.
After half a month of fumbling, he finally learned how to release the aura field a few days ago. However, he had just learned it and was not proficient in controlling it, so he could only release the aura for about one meter. Moreover, every time a monster attacked, he would only have one monster left. Instead of attacking it, he would let it attack while he continuously controlled his aura, familiarizing himself with how to use his aura to distort the monsters' attacks and protect himself.
Half an hour later, Ye Qinghan's forehead began to break out in cold sweat. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled helplessly. He waved his left hand, and with a flash of the blade, the monster in front of him was sent flying. It rolled a few times on the yellow sand before burrowing into the ground and disappearing.
"Phew …"
Ye Qinghan also slumped down on the ground powerlessly. Constantly manipulating and twisting the Qi field to attack like this consumed a lot of mental energy, battle qi, and physical strength.
"Xiao Hei, come out and play!"
A shadow emerged from his chest, and Xiao Hei appeared in front of Ye Qinghan. It twisted its little arms and legs and stretched its body in a very human-like manner. It said through telepathy, "Not bad, boss. You've lasted another ten minutes today! Keep up the good work. "
"Sigh … this is only one monster's attack, and I only lasted for half an hour. If it was a group of monsters, I don't even know if I could last a minute!" Ye Qinghan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Don't rush, boss. You've only learned to use your aura for a few days. You'll slowly get used to it. I think if you can withstand a group attack for half an hour, we'll have a chance to break through the monsters' encirclement and reach the safe zone at the entrance of the passage!"
Xiao Hei blinked its little eyes, and rubbed the little horn on its head against Ye Qinghan's thigh. It suddenly thought of something and said through telepathy, "Boss, is the Seven Forms of the Night Emperor effective? I've watched you practice for so long, and other than being more familiar with it, I feel like the power of your sword has not increased at all. "
Huh? The Seven Forms of the Night Emperor!
Speaking of this, Ye Qinghan felt helpless again. For half a month, he had fought a few battles with the monsters every day. Although he had practiced the Seven Forms of the Night Emperor with ease, he felt that it was the same no matter how much he practiced. It did not increase his attack power. But he remembered the rumors of the Ye Family, and said with some anticipation:
"According to the rumors of the Seven Forms of the Night Emperor, if the seven forms can be fused into one, then the power will increase by ten times. But these seven forms feel completely different, how can they be fused?"
"Fused? This martial art can be fused? Uh … even if it can be fused, it will be quite difficult. No one in the Ye Family has ever succeeded in fusing it? "Xiao Hei shook its little head and said doubtfully through telepathy.
Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly and said in a self-deprecating manner, "I also know that it's impossible. The Ye Family has had many strong warriors in the past, but no one has succeeded in fusing it. Even Ancestor Ye Ruoshui has never heard of a successful fusion. Sigh … but, I don't practice this? What do I practice? I don't know anything. "
Ye Qinghan began to repeat his boring and monotonous life. Every day, apart from cultivating, he would fight monsters, constantly familiarize himself with the way to control his aura, and practice the Seven Forms of the Night Emperor, hoping to comprehend the rumored Seven Forms of the Ye Family and increase his attack power by ten times. Then, he could easily sweep away a group of crocodile monsters and break through their encirclement …
…
Ye Qinghan practiced day and night in the God-slaying Mountain, living a monotonous life. There was no time in the mountain, so he did not know what season it was and what day it was.
But the Fire Dragon Continent was very lively. Time flew. After Ye Qinghan went to the God-slaying Mountain, another year had passed. The Fire Dragon Festival was approaching.
This Fire Dragon Festival was different from his old age. This time, it was Year 10000 of the Fire Dragon Calendar. It had been ten thousand years since the beginning of the Fire Dragon Continent.
The three residences began to celebrate joyfully. Although the three residences had different levels of culture, the Fire Dragon Festival was a festival that all three clans believed in.
Cang City also became lively, and the Ye Family Castle was of course no exception. The place was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and the atmosphere was joyous.
However, the back mountain of the Ye Family Castle was quiet as usual, and the atmosphere was even a little solemn and depressing.
Ye Tianlong, Ye Baihu, and Ye Qingniu were not in the mood to practice. Instead, they gathered together. The three of them stood by the lake helplessly, looking at the entrance to the back mountain. They felt a little sad and helpless.
The entrance to the back mountain was a long flight of stairs. Standing at the entrance, one could see the entire Ye Family Castle, half of Cang City, and the most prosperous South Gate of Cang City.
At the top of the stairs, there were two graceful women. One of them was dressed in white and had white hair. She stood on the stairs with a lonely and stubborn expression, looking into the distance in the direction of the South Gate of Cang City. She did not say a word.
This person was Ye Qingyu. Ye Qingwu stood beside her, a little disappointed. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"Go back, Qingyu. It's getting dark. I don't think your brother will come back. Besides, even if your brother comes back, once the family receives the news, they will immediately report it. There's no point in you standing here like a fool, right?"
After a long time, Ye Qingwu sighed softly and advised Ye Qingyu. This little girl, other than practicing, she had been standing here and looking at the South Gate of Cang City like a fool. It seemed that she thought her brother would come back when the Fiery Dragon Festival was coming. Little did she know …
Ye Qingyu did not reply, nor did she turn around. She only shook her head slightly and continued to stare blankly in front of her. A pair of clear eyes without any impurities were filled with faint sadness and melancholy.
The wind began to pick up. The cold winter wind caused Ye Qingyu's white dress to flutter in the wind. Her silver hair danced in the wind and the cold tears hidden in the corner of her eyes were blown into the distance … ….
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